#christ evans

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

[austinswhitewolf]

I just spent the last five minutes laughing over this. Holy shit man

CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN Ghosted (2023)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Which one is now married again?

[kermit-coded]

this is legitimately going to haunt me for the rest of my life. sam covered in blood begging evan to get up. god.

[coffinflop]

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

chris evans is looking too fine recently i’m physically ill

[worshippin]

*wakes up in the middle of the night* sam and evan are drift compatible

[t1oui]

does anyone else ship a ship simply bc they came up w one scene for them and it got them hooked?? bc like i don't really ship moonflower that much but i was writing a jegulus triwizard tournament au once where james and regulus were dancing at a yule ball and lily grabbed remus and kissed him when james couldn't understand her hints to just fucking kiss reg and now every time i think of that scene i think of remus going catatonic bc omfg his crush just kissed him and mary, lily's ex girlfriend, coming over to pat him on the head like "yeah man i get you"

[glitterylittlesapphire]

"God knows what they did at the bachelor party" I do. I know. They were normal at it. And didn't cheat on their respective partners.

[skateboardtotheheart]

y'all acting so upset over a daddy kink being brought up in a CANON RELATIONSHIP with Buck looking PERFECTLY HAPPY ABOUT IT as if we didn't all see that look on Buck's face when Maddie asked him why he had a ring cutter

[cup1dlol]

i hate sleeping over at my grandmas. Im trying to make up my bedtime scenarios about mike fiast and evan peters and jesus is on the wall calling me a whore :/

[endyark]

to add to the post i reblogged, i just want to say this

the slenderverse fandom has a huge problem with sexualizing the characters, and more importantly the actors. ive seen it mostly with evan jennings, tim sutton, and brian haight. people forget that THESE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYED BY REAL FUCKING PEOPLE. you can say you find them attractive, you can, just for the love of god don’t sexualize them publicly

why the fuck do you think most of the slenderverse cast members and creators don’t associate with their fandoms much anymore if at all? why do you think they post much less frequently? WHY DO YOU THINK BRIANS INSTAGRAM IS PRIVATE? because this fandom has such a big problem with being overly sexual with characters played by actual human beings with significant others who are, very rightfully and obviously, UNCOMFORTABLE

come on, guys. yall can do better. do whatever you want privately with your friends but please don’t make this shit public

don’t mean to be aggressive but seriously. stop

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[queerdiazs]

you're the one i want with me | 1.8k, teen

@badthingshappenbingo—facial horror

“Oh, my God.”  Eddie looks up at Buck, blinking through tears until Buck’s big body is a somewhat concentrated blur. “I’m not mad,” he says, thick like his nose is stuffed with snot, and winces as blood continues to flow. “Just call for an ambulance.”  He’s being pretty chill about the whole situation—you know, having his nose broken by his boyfriend’s ass because said boyfriend is a whore for having his hole licked before they get into it—but Buck definitely is not being chill.  Like, at all.  Which is why they need the ambulance. Eddie is in no shape to drive and Buck—well, he isn’t, either, and as much as leather is easy to clean he’s not keen on getting blood in either of their vehicles right now.  “Oh, my God,” Buck says, again, and spins in a cute little circle that makes his dick flop as he looks for something Eddie can’t see. “My dick broke you.”  “Your dick did not break me.”  “My dick did so break you.”  Eddie sighs, coughs, and spits out a mix of blood and phlegm onto a pile of clothes on the floor. “Your dick didn’t break me,” he says, again, too, because he’s just as much fucked up about this as Buck is.

read the rest on ao3

[hippolotamus]

Who would I be if I didn't come barreling in with queer feelings??? Inspired by this post from my wife @bidisasterevankinard, this morning's therapy session and a few too many listens to Cleopatra by The Lumineers 😘

late for this, late for that | 7x06 coda | 757 words | G

“Not late. Right on time,” Evan sighs, content and sated, turning in his arms so they’re back-to-chest. It allows him to settle into his newly discovered love of being the little spoon. And Tommy’s new found love of indulging Evan.

“Good to know.” He presses a kiss into Evan’s mussed, disheveled curls, chuckling at the light snores his – boyfriend? Date? Guy he’s seeing? – is already making. 

If he’s being honest, ‘right on time’ is the furthest thing from what he feels. Evan hasn’t said as much, but Tommy suspects he’s started to question things about himself. About his life in general, past interactions, romances, friendships, crushes. Eventually he’ll likely face one of the biggest, if not the biggest, questions. How could I not know? 

As someone who went on a similar journey, he’ll do his best to guide Evan through. He wants to wave the proverbial magic wand to produce easy, matter-of-fact answers and soothe any wounds, but Evan will have to do that part on his own. Eventually it becomes a rewarding experience, making those discoveries, but he knows as well as anyone that it can be a bitch of a road to travel. An often dark pathway loaded with unexpected landmines. Full of monsters that go ‘boo’ at the very worst times, usually just when the dust of the last jumpscare has settled. 

Not for the first time – and likely not for the last – the notion makes Tommy wish they could have met earlier. That he could somehow turn back the clock to meet himself earlier so he could be there for Evan. He’s already put himself through the wringer, in therapy and in his own mental torture chamber, about why he lied for so long about who he is. But, as his therapist reminds him over and over again, these things are never truly done. There are often new layers unveiled, triggered by different circumstances. Sometimes big and loud, sometimes ordinary and everyday. Tommy thinks Evan might be a bit of both. 

Either way, here he is, wondering how his own life might have been different if he hadn’t denied himself for so long. If he could have been brave like Hen and said ‘this is who I am’. Because it’s not as if he didn’t know. Tommy knew exactly who he was, who he is. He’s known since the first time he kissed CJ, his high school football team’s defensive tackle, behind the bleachers after practice one late summer night. God knows he had been questioning for a hell of a lot longer. 

However, he can’t time travel and change things. He can’t give past versions of himself options that didn’t exist. Well, technically they did, but it meant blowing up his entire life and being ostracized. While Hen didn’t have anything to lose, because she was already being isolated by that era of the 118, Tommy did. 

He had what he thought were friends, though, really, most of them were alliances. People he accepted as friends for the high cost of burying his identity. Paid for with girlfriends and the occasional male sex worker when he really needed to let go. With living an empty, lonely, fraudulent existence, constantly saying no to the things and experiences he craved. Because saying yes - to ‘just one’ gay club, one pride event, one secret boyfriend willing to be called girlfriend for appearances - meant risking being found out. Meant taking a wrecking ball to the carefully curated macho persona he’d built for protection. Meant having all of his ‘meaningful’ supports and relationships ripped away. It was bad enough that his own parents couldn’t be there for him. He didn’t need the camaraderie of firefighting taken away, too. 

Evan snorts and snuffles, pulling Tommy back to the present. He turns in his sleep, somehow burrowing closer as he throws an arm across Tommy’s waist. His mouth is slack and parted, breathing calm and even. 

A wave of fondness washes over Tommy as he watches his… Evan sleep, blissfully unaware of all the things tumbling around in his brain. It’s an emotion he hasn’t felt in a while, not like this, but he’s grateful for how naturally it seems to want to return. 

Maybe they couldn’t meet earlier or change their histories, save themselves or each other from pain. But they’re here now with their combined battle scars, ready for something, whatever that looks like. And isn’t that better than never? So, perhaps what Evan said was true. Maybe he’s not too late and they’re right on time. 

part 2 (Eddie's POV) here

[mountainsideturnip]

...If you saw that initial post, no you didn't 😘✌️

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